She makes no attempt to snag the fruit. She's already making a focused beeline for the fridge. The door is flung wide, and the contents inspected. The contents are then rummaged through with increasing signs of desperation.
"Fuck," she says eventually. "Nothing. Not even ham."
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She makes no attempt to snag the fruit. She's already making a focused beeline for the fridge. The door is flung wide, and the contents inspected. The contents are then rummaged through with increasing signs of desperation.
"Fuck," she says eventually. "Nothing. Not even ham."
She turns away morosely and the door flumps shut.